After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

The projected Wen Jian looked at the two children in front of him, raised his hand and gently touched Wen Yinuo's face.

The moment the fingers and cheek touched, Wen Yinuo vaguely felt a familiar temperature.

"Xiaobao has lost weight." Wen Jian's eyes were filled with heartache and sadness. "Have you not been eating well recently?"

Wen Yinuo shook his head obediently: "No."

"Brother, look at me."

He didn't eat well before, but recently he was being watched by Fu Jincheng and had no chance at all.

Wen Jian smiled and looked at Fu Jincheng:

"Dabao has grown up too."

It was obvious that Fu Jincheng was personally involved in the operation and debugging of the projection Wen Jian in front of him.

It was because he knew Wen Jian well enough that the fake projection not only looked real to the naked eye, but its personality and words were also completely consistent with Wen Jian's language logic.

When he heard it suddenly, he still felt a pain in his chest.

Those things that I had clearly told myself many times in my heart that they were in the past and would never happen again, once again surfaced in my mind.

Being threatened, being asked to do this or that, being embarrassed...

If Fu Jincheng didn't have strong psychological control, he would have already burst into tears.

"Yeah." He avoided Wen Jian's gaze and answered, "I've grown up."

If you can take good care of yourself, you can also take good care of Wen Yinuo.

No longer will you be threatened to leave.

"That's good." Wen Jian lowered his eyes, took Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng's hands, and put them together.

The projection could not touch the entity, but after Wen Jian's action, the two of them consciously put their hands together.

"The biggest regret in my life is that I didn't get to see you grow up." Wen Jian's voice was gentle and calm, as if he was telling a story.

"Since you were little, I have only had one expectation for you."

"I hope my two children can live freely and happily."

"But things in this world are never so perfect."

"I have not personally experienced the injustices you have suffered, so I am not in a position to judge."

"But 'too full will overflow, too much surplus will lead to loss'. With so many hardships ahead, mom believes that your future will definitely be a smooth road."

After a pause, Wen Jian playfully winked at Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng:

"Of course, Mom doesn't mean for you two to thank those people or not care about it."

"What did I say before? 'It doesn't matter if someone throws cold water on you. Just boil it and throw it back at them.'"

"Even though I'm not here now, you two still have to remember it for me."

"If you are wronged, you must not hold it in your stomach."

"Why can people who do wrong get away with it, while good people are bullied?"

Wen Yinuo always felt that Wen Jian was talking about him.

"That's not what I meant..." the boy whispered.

He really didn't want to cause trouble for the Gu family and get back at the bullying he had suffered.

It’s just that before, I have never been prepared and able to face it calmly.

"I know, my little treasure certainly didn't mean that." The liveliness in Wen Jian's brows turned into gentleness, "Little treasure has his own ideas, it must be Dabao's fault."

Wen Yinuo couldn't help laughing.

My brother really brought mom’s personality to life.

I liked it this way when Wen Jian was still around.

Then every time, Wen Yinuo would come out to explain and protect Fu Jincheng.

It's the same this time.

"It's not my brother." The boy looked sideways at Fu Jincheng, "It's me. I just haven't thought it through yet."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Jian's tone completely changed: "Then our Xiaobao will think about it slowly, there is no rush."

"There is plenty of time."

"What we have to do today is celebrate Xiaobao's eighteenth birthday and his coming of age!"

Wen Jian said as he looked at Fu Jincheng: "Where's the cake? Where is it? Bring it over here!"

Fu Jincheng: ...

It really is, exactly the same.

After walking around, Fu Jincheng lifted the cake from the table next to Wen Yinuo.

As soon as the box is opened, the most eye-catching thing is the three strange animals on top of the cake.

"What is this? A rabbit?" Wen Jian asked puzzledly.

Wen Yinuo shook his head: "No."

Wen Jian then guessed several more - panda, dog, red panda...

Finally, Wen Yinuo looked at Fu Jincheng, whose face was almost redder than a cooked lobster, and then he began to explain:

“It’s a cat.”

"Mom, those three cats you embroidered earlier."

Wen Jian was silent:

"... Dabao, let Xiaobao teach you how to draw."

Even if she was wearing the filter of her biological mother, she couldn't tell that those three things were cats.

Fu Jincheng turned his head away in embarrassment: "This is my first time drawing, so it's normal to have some unexpected things."

Wen Jian smiled but said nothing.

Fu Jincheng didn't want to stand there awkwardly any longer, so he stepped to the side, squatted down and started looking through things again.

After a while of tinkering, Fu Jincheng took out an exquisite velvet gift box.

Under the puzzled gazes of Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian, Fu Jincheng opened it carefully.

Inside the gift box was a platinum crown inlaid with a circle of diamonds and holding a sapphire.

Yes, real money.

Wen Yinuo always felt that this crown was very familiar. He stared at it for a long time. It was not until the crown was gently put on Fu Jincheng's head that he finally remembered why he felt the crown was familiar.

He had seen this crown in his previous life.

It was also his eighteenth birthday. He was driven to the snowy field and accidentally glanced at the photos on the tablet in Gu Huaiyi's hands.

The one who spoke was Gu's mother.

She said Gu Ran liked this crown more, but it was bought by the royal family of Country Y.

Can't get it.

In the next life, the crown that Gu Ran wanted but was auctioned off by the royal family of Country Y was now worn on Fu Jincheng's head.

The most outrageous thing is that Fu Jincheng took out such a valuable crown from an ordinary cabinet.

Wen Jian, who also recognized the origin of the crown, didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all.

She just felt that the crown and Wen Yinuo matched well.

"Dabao, I haven't seen you for a few years. Your taste has improved a lot."

In one sentence, the sadness in Wen Yinuo's heart was swept away and the atmosphere became more lively.

"That's right." Fu Jincheng was very proud, "I am different now than before."

Wen Jian was too lazy to expose him and just looked at Wen Yinuo.

In the warm yellow flickering candlelight, Wen Yinuo heard the blessings from two people he wanted to hear the most in his previous life, curled up in the snow:

"Wen Yinuo, happy eighteenth birthday."

In an instant, the memories of the two lives overlapped at this moment.

The warm candlelight, the familiar faces, the voice of sincere blessings, inch by inch, covered the snow in the sky of memories.

On my eighteenth birthday, the cold and helpless memories were replaced by the smiles and blessings of Wen Jian and Fu Jincheng.

It's really different now, Wen Yinuo thought.

Both he and Fu Jincheng are completely different from the previous life.

It seems that they will definitely not follow the path of their previous life.